Chapter 3: Rising Action
The dorm room was a symphony of clutter, with clothes strewn about, textbooks piled high, and the faint scent of cheap pizza lingering in the air. The thin walls did little to muffle the distant hum of conversations and laughter echoing through the hallways. A single, bare lightbulb cast long, erratic shadows across the cramped space, dancing with the rhythm of the swaying ceiling fan above. The bunk beds loomed like medieval torture devices, their creaky frames groaning under the weight of unmade beds, while posters of rock bands and movie stars adorned the walls like a patchwork quilt of teenage dreams.